Diaries of a Dead Man

Wednesday, January 19th 1937

Food supplies running low. Men getting slightly restless in their sleepless nights. A feeling of disappointment is starting to creep into our camp: we haven’t even found the kebab shop yet, and our progress to India is slow.
So help us God.

Thursday, January 20th 1937

Reaching India is seeming less and less likely by the hour. Men are dispirited and rebellious. Nevertheless, our treks through the mountains are definitely taking us somewhere (namely nowhere). I’ve established rations among the camp (three for me, one for you etc.) but I feel we’re nearing the end of our journey, in one way or another.
So help us God.

Friday, January 21st 1937

This day was better than the few before it, for we found the kebab shop – a sure sign that we were nearing India. Had our stocks refilled and morale is rising, albeit slowly.
So help us God.

Saturday, January 22nd 1937

Can see India as I write this – a bright, bustling country lays just a few kilometres away. The men are gathered around the campfire and all are ecstatic. This is every man’s dream and it shows.
So help…
Oh crud! A bear! Runnn everyone! Crap, get off me you cramphead
Ahhh…